Time to say goodbye....

Not to 2008...I could give a fuck about the new year coming in just an hour and a half (and an extra second). I'm talking about my dog, Lucy (the best dog ever). She's been sick for the last week or so...well, noticeably sick...and I took her to the vet today. The vet looked her over (she weighs almost HALF of what she's supposed to weight) and did some bloodwork. Even though the bloodwork hasn't come back yet, I am certain that he's going to confirm what we suspected...lymphoma, which is common in golden retrievers Lucy's age. So, now, I have that hard decision to make...do I make her suffer through treatment b/c I don't want her to die, or do I let her go? I'm going with the latter. Going to the vet is stressful enough for her, but being poked with needles and having to go back every week is just too much to put her through. The doctor said that she could get chemo (yep, they do it for dogs, too!), but it wouldn't really be to treat the lymphoma...just to make her comfortable and prolong her life just a bit. I dunno, I think going that route would pretty much be for my benefit, not hers. I am going to wait on the bloodwork (I should know tomorrow or Friday what the doc thinks) before I let the ax fall. I will probably do the deed on Saturday...I'm going to bring her to work with me on Friday. How cool is it to have a job where that's okay? Well, we have dogs there everyday, so it's not unusual.



This is a pic of Lucy with her best buddy, Lucky (even though she hates his guts...he loves her to death).

PS...I don't wanna talk about it, so be my pal and don't ask.